My wife had never been to a baseball game, so I took her to see the Cincinnati Reds one night.
Our seats were right behind the third-base line.
At the top of the first inning, the batter hit a foul ball.
Miraculously, I managed to catch it on the fly.
As I sat down, breathless with excitement, my wife turns to me and says, “That was nice!
How many of those do you get a game?”
